
Faith, family, and the search for Santa
When the air gets cold and the winter clouds hang low and purple overhead, my memories go to the expectation that we felt as kids regarding Christmas.
When the air gets cold and the winter clouds hang low and purple overhead, my memories go to the expectation that we felt as kids regarding Christmas.
“Our family has a tradition, handed down from my grandmother, of baking Sand Tarts,” says Fr. Mark Soehner.
Friars share their Christmas memories.
Br. Al Mascia, OFM, sings The Beatitudes.